A Blogroll that does not roll often enough

Weeds were distracting me until the rains started.

Four planets glowed in the dawn, then took flight.

As of yesterday, Life only made sense as a story.

The weedy outsider showed up at my house a week ago

until he got busy and showed up at Sharon’s for lamb espresso.

Diane was misty along the Mesa trail three weeks ago, and

when all is said and done, growing up is hard.

So let’s go participate in a climate forum, rendez-vous

with the Moon and finish the day eating oyster stew with

wild rice and mushrooms.